Page 28 of Call Me Sir

“Sal!” I holler.

“Now is a good time to tell me your safe word.”

Without thinking I answer, “Waffle. Now fuck me god damn it!”

Instead of the ass slap I expect, he chuckles, a hearty laugh.

“Why does waffles not surprise me one bit?”

I roll my eyes. I turn my head and look into a face bright with amusement. Fuck, it looks good on him.

No, he looks good on me.

His olive hands grip my pale ass.

“Watch me fuck you,” he demands, eyes transforming from lighthearted to swelling with desire.

“Okay.”

And I watch as he lets himself be vulnerable, his hips pumping back and forth, fast then slow. I get to watch him bite his bottom lip and throw his head back as he gets close to the edge.

I’m not desperately humping, just watching him get so close to cumming but holding back.

His forearms flex as he grips me tighter and tighter.

With one final squeeze of my ass, he pulls out and spins me around until we’re face to face.

He pulls the condom off his dick and tosses it in the trash. Then he pushes me into the counter, our gazes locked.

“What now?” I ask.

Despite not cumming yet, I feel calm.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Climbing out of the jeans and boxer briefs at his ankles, he digs in one of the pants pockets, pulling out a fresh condom.

We shuffle over to my room.

“How many condoms did you bring?”

I ask plopping onto my bed.

He turns on the bedside lamp and flicks off the overhead light.

He’s hesitant to answer. “Enough.”

Unwrapping another, he tosses the little square in the trash and strokes his dick a few times getting ready to wrap it. I’m mesmerized by the girth and looking at it makes me want to take it in my mouth.

“Not yet,” he says, as if reading my mind. “Get on your side.”

Crawling under the duvet, I lay on my side.

My room isn’t huge but it’s got a great view of the city lights from my bed. That’s not what I’m looking at tonight. Right now I’m facing my gaming setup when he opens the duvet and climbs in beside me.

His arm wraps around my chest and he moves my jaw closer to him. I’m surprised when he starts kissing me. It’s not hot or heavy, just sweet.

Passion radiates from him and I return it, moving my ass to the slower music still playing from the living room.

“You’re too fucking cute,” he whispers in my mouth.

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